Blood Wolf Mercenary Group

Chen Lin watched Little Anzi's eager expression and couldn't help shaking his head with a wry smile, thinking to himself, "This must be what they call a 'bystander eager for drama.'"

With his current cultivation at the sixth layer of the Divine Vault, having trained in a Earth-tier Breath Concealment Technique, and bolstered by his Spiritual Sense cultivation method, his spiritual detection was well-concealed. He should be able to watch the excitement without a sound. Even if someone sensed a fluctuation in his Spiritual Sense, it would be nearly impossible to trace it back to him.

With that thought, Chen Lin stirred his mind slightly, and his Spiritual Sense spread out silently like water, instantly piercing the restrictions and probing outward without a trace.

In moments, the entire Tianyan City lay within his view.

He discovered that the city harbored quite a few powerful auras, and even some experts at the Dharma Aspect Realm were moving about among them.

As his Spiritual Sense extended further, Chen Lin's heart stirred as he caught a familiar symbol—the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group!

They seemed to be gathered in some corner of the city, likely on some mission.

He also noticed several spots with exceptionally intense auras; a few old men exuded terrifying heat, its purity and dominance far surpassing the Great Sun Scripture he cultivated.

"People from the Yantian Sect?" Chen Lin understood inwardly. As the foremost sect of the Great Yan Imperial Dynasty, the Yantian Sect naturally had profound King-tier techniques to support it.

He then thought, "Actually, this makes sense. The imperial family controls the dynasty's resources and likely possesses far more King-tier techniques than the Yantian Sect. That's probably the fundamental reason the imperial family can suppress the Yantian Sect."

As for the Yantian Sect, if not for their King-tier techniques backing them, they would have long been carved up by the imperial family or other forces.

However, after scanning for a while, aside from spotting those hidden experts, the two Sect Masters had yet to appear.

Chen Lin found this uninteresting and decided to slowly withdraw his Spiritual Sense: "Boring."

Rather than waste energy here, it was better to continue absorbing Sun Essence and solidify his cultivation.

He lay back down on the rocking chair, letting the warm sunlight bathe him as he enjoyed this rare moment of leisure.

Yet, just as he half-closed his eyes and prepared to sink back into cultivation, the edge of his Spiritual Sense suddenly caught a familiar figure walking slowly toward the Scripture Repository.

A glint of sharpness flashed in Chen Lin's eyes as he recognized the newcomer—Qin Tianxian, the precious daughter of King Zhenbei.

She wore a simple, elegant dress, but it couldn't hide her cold demeanor. She stood not far away, her sharp gaze sweeping the surroundings before finally landing on Chen Lin.

"What's this about?"

Qin Tianxian stepped up to Chen Lin, lowered her voice, and spoke with an urgent, unquestionable tone, "How did it go?"

Chen Lin's heart jolted violently.

This jewel of King Zhenbei's—was she also a mole for the Nine Nether Sect?

After all, following the original trajectory, he himself must have been disguised by the Thousand-Faced Illusion Lord...

He instantly suppressed his shock, keeping his face impassive: "I've successfully become Chen Lin."

Turning into himself—well, that made sense.

Qin Tianxian frowned slightly, as if impatient, but didn't press further.

Chen Lin thought to himself: She's asking so directly—does she have absolute confidence in the Thousand-Faced Illusion Lord, not fearing he might fail?

That level of confidence was excessive.

But no matter how confident someone was, how could they explain being watched so closely by that Red-robed Eunuch, Ximen Qing, the moment they appeared?

Hmm, it seemed the Thousand-Faced Illusion Lord was just another pawn on Ling Cangqiong's chessboard.

A spy planted within the Nine Nether Sect, now reclaimed by Ling Cangqiong himself—that piece was as good as discarded.

If you can't find the book by searching the title, try searching the author's name—maybe it's just been renamed!

Ling Cangqiong should be moving against the Nine Nether Sect soon.

Interesting. But he wondered what role this daughter of King Zhenbei played in the Nine Nether Sect.

And for her to come find him—wasn't she afraid of eunuchs watching in the shadows?

Just as Chen Lin was calculating inwardly, Qin Tianxian said in a low voice, "Since it's done, that makes things easier..."

Her tone returned to its previous coldness: "When you're needed, you'll be notified. Until then, stay put."

With that, she didn't linger and left the place.

Chen Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing briefly within them.

Without moving a muscle, he raised a hand, and a nearly tangible, minuscule stream of spiritual energy shot out at lightning speed, silent and traceless, chasing after Qin Tianxian's retreating figure.

Qin Tianxian noticed nothing and continued straight ahead.

Chen Lin watched until her figure completely vanished from his sight before withdrawing his gaze.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth: Trying to run?

Leave something behind before you go.

With the tracking method I've planted, I'll naturally know where she ends up.

Sure enough, not long after, through that faint spiritual stream's perception, Chen Lin found that Qin Tianxian had headed straight for the Crown Prince's residence.

His thoughts raced: Could the Nine Nether Sect be trying to win over the Crown Prince?

No wonder... The Crown Prince was being cornered from all sides by his Imperial Father, with no way out. If not for himself, the Crown Prince would likely have struck some deal with the Nine Nether Sect.

What a pity.

Thinking of this, Chen Lin tapped the armrest with his fingertips, his gaze deep.

Half an hour, but a fleeting moment—Qin Tianxian's figure had already silently left the Imperial Palace's grounds, melting into the city's streets and alleys.

Chen Lin understood in his heart but did not let his guard down, following like a thread of spiritual current, trailing her all the way.

Before long, he sensed Qin Tianxian stop before an unremarkable inn, then step inside.

Inside the private room of the inn, Qin Tianxian had barely taken her seat when she shot a meaningful glance at the elderly woman accompanying her.

The old woman caught on and gestured for those outside to wait.

Once the door was shut again, sealing off the clamor of the outside world, the elderly woman stood respectfully before Qin Tianxian and lowered her voice to ask, "At the Eastern Palace, does His Highness the Crown Prince... is he willing to cooperate with us?"

Qin Tianxian's delicate brows furrowed slightly, her voice carrying a faint, barely perceptible chill: "He refused to cooperate with us, and that's that. But what's more, he's taken this long and still hasn't revealed my identity to that old emperor."

She let out a soft sigh, a flicker of complexity gleaming in her eyes: "It seems the ambition in his heart runs deeper than we imagined."

Hearing this, a sharp glint flashed in the old woman's eyes, followed by a calm smile: "If he won't cooperate, so be it, Your Highness. With the Nine Nether Sect's current strength, why should we rely on him?"

But her tone shifted as she frowned: "Still, the Divine Guard Army's sudden large-scale move south this morning to aid King Zhenyao came far too abruptly."

Qin Tianxian shook her head, her voice steadying again: "No matter. The secret ground my sect chose hasn't even been detected by the local Prefect. How could a mere army track us down?"

She paused briefly, then analyzed: "This must be to resist that peerless Demon Emperor. I just sensed that, at the same time the Divine Guard Army moved south, the Demon Race's army had already arrived at the city gates and begun their assault. King Zhenyao's situation right now is likely quite dire."

But just then, the old woman's originally calm eyes suddenly sharpened like lightning, as if she had caught something.

She raised her hand abruptly and pointed a finger through the air, silent and unseen, utterly annihilating Chen Lin's barely detectable tracking spiritual thread!